The Cumslut
The fox's dick pulsed and ached, a small rivulet of precum rolling from under the head and soaking into the furry balls beneath, begging for a touch, an embrace, anything, but being roundly ignored. The fox's attention - directed unsubtly by a taut chain connected to a tight leather collar - was focused square on the men surround him. He sat on his knees, his chin sunk into his chest, his shoulder slumped, his ears pressed back against his head, facing with subservient deference the man holding his chain. The men circled him, though only one held the chain at a time, passing it to each other in the spirit of brotherhood and kindness. A man with a long fat cock and balls bouncing to the beat of his pounding fist handed the chain to a contemporary on the other side of the circle, and a quick tug brought the fox - his paws bound behind him, his tail tucked between his legs - facing the new holder.
The man holding the chain now was just as long and thick as the one who had just passed the fox off, though this new dick held a pronounced, stately curve. The leash was yanked and the fox's muzzle opened to let it into his whimpering throat, his eyes shutting tight as his lips wrapped tight around the member still slick with his spit from only minutes before. His tongue struggled to cradle and and roll along the invading cock, the man shoving the poor black fox's nose into the curly hairs at the base of the fat cock, only a few quick thrusts, but enough to satisfy the man, who quickly handed the darkly-furred fox, sweating and moaning in his pent-up frustration, to he man beside.
The man beside pulled the fox into his crotch, stuffing the nose into the soft, meaty balls, flooding the nostrils immediately with the heady masculine scent of musk. He squeezed the flattened ears and directed the fox's worship, pressing his cock - short and extremely stout, a head on the thick pole like a ripe peach - into the fox's face. He muttered something in a low growl, the words incomprehensible but the meaning anything but lost. The fox moaned, soulfully, a rumble in his chest as he huffed the manly scent, felt the warmth against his cheek, a glow of masculinity that penetrated him, as if the heat of the dick alone was forming the beads of sweat on his cheek.
The chain pulled taut as another man yanked the lead out of the other's grasp, pushed the fox back onto the ground, and knelt over his chest. The man's body seemed to steam with passion, guttural groans flooding the fox's ear as the man pounded his cock. The man leaned forward, the tip of his pulsing cock tapping against the fox's nose. The fox felt a single jet of cum drench his nose before the meat was shoved into his mouth, the throbbing dick immediately flooding his muzzle with seed, dripping out the sides of the fox's lips. The fox lapped hungrily at the cum, coaxing it into the back of his throat, wallowing in the overpowering taste, gulping and choking on the load, coughing and gagging as it poured into his stomach.
The dick was still dripping into his mouth, the fox sucking it like a bottle for every drip, when a steaming wad drenched his left cheek. He shut his eye just in time, another jet creaming him across the face. Another man uncorked from the other side, and their scents mixed in the fox's nostrils, their cum soaked into his jet-black fur. His ears laid back against his head, his tail still between his legs, the fox offered no movement but with his tongue to lap at the juice piling onto his fur. The man kneeling over him sat up, and the leash was passed off again, snapping tight to help lift the fox back up to his knees, now against a wall, another man now wedging his dick, long and thin, deep into the fox's gullet, growling as he shot his seed past the sensitive taste buds, the fox only able to sense the torrent of cum shooting deep into his throat and sinking into his filling stomach. The man finished quick, allowing space for three men to step up, one shooting after the other. The fox's face was oversoaked with cum, his fur saturated and now dripping opaque white globules onto the floor and his own chubby body. His eyes were shut tight, opening them only a hazard. He felt the warm gush of cum land on his until-then ignored cock, the seed overrunning the once fixed route of the fox's own pre, his rod and balls coated with another man's cum.
The fox was turned over, blind though he was, a man's confident hands guiding his nose to where stray dollops of cum stained the floor. The fox lapped at them dutifully, not whining, not moaning, silent other than the soft rurr of the pleasure of being overwhelmed. His ass in the air as he licked, a load spurted onto the globes of his ass, the dwindling number of men around him being sure not to leave an inch of the fox's most sensitive spots undominated by the scent and texture of their seed.
Then leash was let go, then. No more men to pass it off to. The fox collapsed into a heap on the floor, his tail covering his shame, his mouth open slightly for deep breaths. He was drenched. The mingling scents of men rose off of him, and sank into his skin. His tongue lapped absently as his soaked fur, the fox unable to separate the different originating tastes anymore. Slowly he opened his eyes to an empty room. He stared at his cock, still hard and pulsing, covered in cum not his own. He writhed, trying to pull his paws free and, failing, settled in to wait for something, anything, with only the scent to keep him company.